It was one of those scorching Saturday afternoons in Makueni County, the kind where everyone hides in the shade after a busy market day. Mutiso Mwende was the guy everyone liked – always ready to fix a broken radio or lend a few bucks to a neighbour in need. And he was inseparable from his childhood buddy, Joseph Kilonzo. They’d shared everything since school: laughs, secrets, even neighbouring plots for their homes. Folks around the village often said their bond was tighter than family.
Joseph, a dedicated mason, frequently headed out to nearby towns for work gigs. Back home, his wife Agnes managed their little grocery kiosk by the road and looked after their two kids. Whenever Joseph was away, Mutiso stepped in like clockwork – fixing shelves at the kiosk, walking Agnes to the market, or just keeping an eye on the children. “He’s practically family,” Joseph would boast with a grin.
But whispers started creeping in, subtle at first. People spotted Mutiso’s motorbike lingering near Joseph’s place way past sunset. Agnes began shutting her shop early, blaming fatigue. Mutiso brushed off the talk as pure envy, and Joseph shut it down hard: “I trust them both completely.” Then came the day everything shattered. Joseph got home early after a job fell through. Spotting Mutiso’s bike tucked behind the banana plants, his stomach dropped. He crept to the door, pushed it open – and there they were, Agnes and Mutiso, caught in the act. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35395
